We hired a skip today and cleared out the garage. It’s essential to keep our property clean so the rats don’t eat the Chinese takeaways I’m going to store in the freezer when Chung Hwa re-opens.
That’s what counts as my excitement until tomorrow, when I get to drive somewhere very exciting for exercise.
Probably NOT Banbury;
My 1,266 football programmes are now in alphabetical order (by club, not division) and I’ve got to make the brutal decision about what to dump.
Possibly not this one; 1973-74 FA Cup ties are ultra collectible. It even says “SPECIAL” on the front.
A dull 0-0 and a dull programme, enlivened by the bizarre instruction from the Toy Shop in Leamington Spa, wherever that is.
Only one pub bothered to advertise in 1973, the famous one.
Still the most alluring pub in town, with a high chance of gentlefolk and pashminas to accompany your Hooky.
It’s a pleasant enough town, scarred a bit by the modern shopping centre (see also : Aylesbury).
The main tourist attraction is La Lanterna Pizzeria, to which visitors flock (or would if they could) following the glowing review from one P. Edwardson Esq. I’m tempted to go there and ask for The Full Mudgie.
Only a couple of newbies in the Guide in a decade to join the ubiquitous White Horse. You can probably guess what one is.
The sign said “No WiFi, we talk to each other here“. I tried that for a bit, before the attention drifted back to Untappd uploads. Friendly but distracted, and the silence was awkward.
Still, good beer, and that’s what counts, isn’t it ?
LifeAfterFootball takes no notice of the GBG, and headed for the Bell, a Banbury boozer of some renown due to its rare house beer.
The resident beer in the Three Pigeons was Doom Bar too.
Some of you will look at this, thatch, 4 AA stars and all, and think “Wow, lil Ol England“, while other will think “Formal gastropub hell“. And you’d both be a bit right.
Perhaps dull beers (not my words) CAN get you in the Guide.
A couple our age came in. The chap said “Oooh. Tribute !”. But not in an ironic way. Some folk in Oxon have yet to taste Bass, you know.
Fans of casual sexism will be delighted to know the lovely barmaid instinctively stuck the pint of Purity Gold in front of me. #WomenDrinkPintsToo
The food was superb, lamb and risotto scoffed in about 10 minutes. But Mrs RM was making the most of my chauffering, just as Pubmeister has just done in Pontfaen.
“Have the Doom Bar” I urged. We have a strange marriage, I often think.
She did. It was decent. 3.5, I thought. If a Doom Bar in a 4 star AA gastropub doesn’t get you rushing to Banbury when lockdown ends, nothing will.